Shouting as the shock went through her, the krogan tossed Heather against a wall before letting go of her throat, shaking off the shock quickly. "You're a fighter. Been a while since I've had a decent fight. I hope I'm not rusty."

As she was thrown against the wall Heather's biotic field broke leaving her coughing as a hand went t her throat, thankfully her bodysuit had done it's job and kept her from being electrocuted. As the Krogan spoke of being rusty Heather smirked. "I would honestly be disappointed as well, a Krogan who is a poor fighter, I thought I would never see the day." Heather decided to try and buy more time as she acted, letting out a groaning roar she threw out a singularity behind the Krogan to keep her occupied for a moment.

The krogan charged as soon as she saw what Heather was doing, avoiding the singularity as she tackled Heather to the ground, a krogan knee slamming hard into Heather's stomach to test the strength of the bodysuit, even as the krogan punched at Heather's face.

As the Krogan closed the gap and struck, the suit absorbed and dispersed the blow to make Heather cough as she took the blow, but as she was struck in the face while pinned to the ground Heather did not fare so well. With no military gear to produce a protective field Heather was completely open to the blow and the punch made fully contact, the Krogan could feel the distinct warmth of striking unprotected flesh, the thud of bone straining to resist breaking, as the blow hit fully Heather's eyes rolled about as she was stunned by the blow and left completely helpless.

Having stunned Heather with the blow, the krogan used her weight to pin down Heather, then added more to suffocate the woman. "No one stabs me in the back. No one." As the krogan spoke, her weight pressing on Heather's chest to keep her from breathing, she leaned down to whisper in Heather's ear. "You are mine."

The suit kept the weight of the Krogan from breaking her ribs, but Heather could do nothing to fight back, she was still dazed, her world spinning and fading in and out. As Heather lost her breath she began to fade out, she missed what the Krogan said about stabbing her in the back, but she was just able to focus as she was told that she was the Krogans before the darkness swallowed her and Heather passed out.

Standing up, the krogan easily lifted Heather, carrying her down a passageway to a small chamber. Once there, she had Heather stripped down, forcing her into a quarian environment suit. That way, if anyone happened to see Heather, they wouldn't recognize her. Besides, it took care of that pesky bodysuit that blunted the krogan's blows.

Heather was out for a solid three hours before she finally woke, her body felt stiff and her face ached. With a groan Heather reached up to try and rub where she had been struck, but her hand hit the mask of a Quarian bodysuit and she stopped. Heather pressed her hands to the helmet and felt about before she looked down at her body and her hands, she could feel something weird over her hands as they now neatly fit into the three fingered gloves of a Quarian suit. "Th-The Fuck?" The suit's com changed Heather's voice ever so slightly to pick up the Quarian accent and add to her disguise.

After Heather awoke, the krogan walked in, looking her over. "Very nice. My little disguise seems to have worked. You are now a quarian prisoner. What happened to Miss Rollins? Who knows? I certainly don't. At least, that's what I'll say should anyone ask." Reaching out, the krogan squeezed a breast firmly. "You should not have betrayed my trust."

As Heather focused she looked to her Krogan captor and scowled behind the mask of the helmet. "You will not get away with this you cunt." Heather tried to get up but her legs felt numb and would not respond. "Ugh, the fuck did you do to me!? Heather tried to get answered, but as she was groped Heather's focus turned to the hand that she tried to force off. "Let go of me!" Heather drew her hand back in an attempt at biotic strike, but all that happened was a splitting pain in her head as she was painfully informed she had been relieved of her biotic amplifier. Heather had no idea how helpless she was, with the suit on even her air supply was at the Krogan's control.

The krogan glared at the insult, and as Heather tried to hit her with a biotic strike, the krogan drew back her own fist, slamming it hard into Heather's stomach. "You will not insult me, or try to hurt me. Because in that suit, you can't do anything to me that I can't do to you twice as hard. Do you want to play that game with me?"

As Heather was struck in the gut the suit did nothing to stop the force, all it did was shift the focus to a soft spot to ensure no bones broke. This blow left Heather doubled over gripping her gut and coughing violently as she tried to recover. Wheezing Heather glared up at the Kroagan, without the Quarian eyes Heather's own eyes could not be seen through the face mask of the helmet. As she was asked if she wanted to lay a game Heather growled. "Do I have a fucking choice in the matter you psychopath?"

The krogan shook her head. "You have no choice in any matter. And I am not a psychopath. But if you betray me...well, then I show you the error of your ways." Grabbing Heather by the throat, but not tight enough to choke her, the krogan tapped on a few buttons of the suit. "Very soon, you'll find one of the drawbacks to that suit. Right now, you will have the air drained, giving you exactly half of the air you would normally be breathing."

As Heather was gripped and the suit's air filters were turned down to half capacity Heather could immediately feel the difference, the air felt thin and she was having trouble keeping her focus as she took deep gasping breaths to help herself recover from the blow to her stomach she had taken moments earlier. Weakly Heather started to smack the Krogan's arm, without any augmentation the hits felt like little more than gentle taps to the Krogan. "Stop it! *GASP* You, *GASP* Cunt!"

The krogan chuckled softly at the hits, but the insult was no laughing matter to the krogan. "I asked you not to insult me. You chose to do so." Without warning the krogan punched her gut again, even harder than the last time.

As Heather is struck again she folds under the punch, her soft body welcoming the fist in as Heather makes the telltale gagging sound as she pukes out part of her stomach contents into the helmet. Thankfully it is designed to clean up such a mess, but it is slow, leaving Heather to cough and gasp around her own vomit for a few moments as she holds her guts. Heather might be down, but she is surprisingly well composed as she has yet to cry or show any real sign of weakness.

Hearing Heather vomit, the krogan backed off. "I'm glad you are keeping your composure. I don't want you to show too much weakness. Of course, fighting for air like that is probably wreaking hell on your bladder."

Heather kept breathing heavily, but she knew in time she would adapt, and nonce she stopped getting pummeled she would not need to gasp. But as she was asked about her bladder Heather glared at the Krogan. "I am fine, *wheeze* if you would *Gasp* Stop hitting me that is!" Heather looked down and finally took notice to her now digitigrade legs. "What did you do to my Legs!" Heather began to breath more heavily again.

The krogan took the air filter's down to 40% capacity, to make Heather suffer a bit more. "Your legs were altered a bit by the environment suit. I had to make sure that no one would suspect you are anything but a quarian, and those legs were a giveaway."

Heather was beginning to breath like she had just finished a long run, she constantly took deep breaths and she fought to keep her focus as she was told how the suit had changed her to look the part. "Fuck me! *Gasp* What other fucked up *pant* shit have you done to me!" There was a definite moment where Heather had wanted to call the Krogan a monster again, but she fought back that urge for now.

The krogan raised her hands up in mock surrender. "Just the legs, and the gel to get your hands to work in the environment suit. That's all that's been done, beyond what you were definitely awake for." Once again, the krogan gripped a breast, feeling it for firmness and size.

As Heather was groped again it was clear she was very unimpressive and flat, a military woman with a small chest and a well toned body. What little breast that she did have was firm and unremarkable, Heather was not that much fun as she sat there trying to push the Krogan's hand off while panting.

The krogan took her hand off the breast, frowning slightly. "You might as well not even have tits, with how flat those things are. I'm surprised they even have any firmness." Reaching down, she did the same to Heather's ass, feeling its size and firmness.

Again, she was unremarkable flat and firm, the body of someone who had done more exercise than eating, it was truly annoying how widely humans could vary. Thankfully Quarian suits had easy feeding tube access to get Heather eating some food pastes.

Heather's breathing was beginning to normalize, she was still taking deep breaths but she was no longer gasping for air, but as she was told how the suit would make her body Blossom Heather scoffed. "My body is fine the way it is, I do not need such a figure you crave." The Krogan would need to get a special diet t ensure Heather's body put on fat in just the right places.

The krogan shook her head again. "You don't seem to get it. You may not need such a figure, but the fact that I want you to have that figure is more important. What is so hard to understand about that? I own you, for all intents and purposes. Your choice in any matter is minimal at best."

Heather growled inside her suit prison and surprisingly managed to stand up, something she should not have been able to do with numb legs. "It is my body, and I will refuse anything I can, and do not think I will not find an escape form you." With how hard she was breathing Heather could probably be pushed over with ease.

The krogan did just that, shoving Heather over onto the ground hard. "You are strong, but you are no krogan. I have plenty of people working for me who would be more than happy to stop you. And even with your pathetic figure, they would want far more with you than just an escort back to the cell. Escape if you can, you pathetic woman."

As she was pushed over Heather let you a yelp as she bounced on her backside, but as she was given some useful warning about the staff of this place Heather folded her arms in front of herself and scowled behind the face mask. "Oh I will get out, and when I do I am going to bring hell down upon you." Heather had no idea the death of Heather Rollins was likely being faked as she spoke.